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I hope that you get some answers! My goodness this has gone on long enough!!!! I'm doing a little better today. I'm still a bit conjested, but the antibiotics seem to be doing their job. Thankfully I have some energy again ;)

Thank you for all the encouragement dear... Right now, I'm just trying to let my body get better. It has been a month and I'm still sick. I can barely breathe and my exhaustion is hitting a peak today. Can I catch a break? lol

I hope the doc gives me some antibiotics today.

Emotionally... I'm ok... tired... but fine.

So, when will you be able to drive again????

I'm not sure if it's affected my progress. However, my body hasn't really been working with me. My ultrasound this morning was less than exciting. I think it has definitely delayed the process. Unfortunately, I'm now looking at another ultrasound this thursday and possibly pushing the actual donor date off till this weekend. *sigh*

I haven't said a word to my mil since Sunday. I'm not going to introduce drama into my life right now and I believe that she's keeping her distance right now. Maybe that's good. I'm just too tired to worry about it. I know this is totally evil of me, but Isaiah got sick. He's had an ear-infection for awhile. Now, he has been doing the high-fever thing like I did. So, honestly if she feels that my hormone therapy is the reason for all my sickness, she's completely mistaken as obviously a 1 year old has a bug. I know it's evil, but with him sick the emphasis is off of me. Hopefully it'll all blow over.

It's been an extremely rough week. Yes, those darts found their way in. Unfortunately, my mil is using every manipulation tactic in the book to stop this process. She didn't care until I got sick. Now, she believes the pneumonia is due to the donation and I'm going to die. She's the type who can internet-diagnose anyone to death... and YES that means... death. She's decided that I am killing myself and short of an intervention has chosen to stop it at all costs. I wouldn't put the intervention past her either. I just wish I could be treated as an adult.

I don't know, but I'm kinda frightened. I was thinking I was gonna need OCD drugs to actually do it, but seems the fear of becoming a bigger, fatter blob may have over ridden the OCD.

You would think it would already be pared down, yet I already have 4 giant bags of stuff that the Courage Center is picking up next week and that is just from my bedroom closet! We are springing for movers, seriously with our luck lately it would end up being -1000 on our moving day and I'm not going to even tempt Furburt. However the less they have to move the faster it goes and the less I pay!



We are going to Bloomington, and will be nice and close to Jill!